07-19-2018, 02:16 PM
Jensen didn't beleive him that Nox was going to get himself hurt. He didn't mean with the dancing. Nox was too athletic to let that happen, no, he would get himself injured because of his mouth, or his dance partner or some other reason most people tend to avoid. Or he'd blow himself up again.
But it was Jensen's question that made him turn, the man truly was an American. They never seemed to care about anything more than their own self interests which included their lovely little country. But Cruz tried not to let Jensen see the fault in his upbringing. He did answer carefully though.
"Scion Marvet is one of the most powerful me in the world. You like to drive a car? Chances are the steel in it came from one of his units. He is part of the executive community of the World Steel Association. He's a resident here in Moscow and circling the Sphere waiting for an opening. He's drawn to the power like a moth to the candle. He's a good man to have on your side, and an even more dangerous man to have against you."
Cruz smirked. "I wouldn't want to be Nox right now."
Cruz turned away from the dancing. Something would happen eventually, that much he was certain of. Nox attracted trouble, like a moth to a candle light. "Is there anyway to know how bad someone is hurt before you heal them?"
Cruz had a singular mind. He wanted to know this, and he wasn't sure he'd ever get the chance. This man was pretty much property of the CCD now. He'd be lucky if he'd see his home again.
But it was Jensen's question that made him turn, the man truly was an American. They never seemed to care about anything more than their own self interests which included their lovely little country. But Cruz tried not to let Jensen see the fault in his upbringing. He did answer carefully though.
"Scion Marvet is one of the most powerful me in the world. You like to drive a car? Chances are the steel in it came from one of his units. He is part of the executive community of the World Steel Association. He's a resident here in Moscow and circling the Sphere waiting for an opening. He's drawn to the power like a moth to the candle. He's a good man to have on your side, and an even more dangerous man to have against you."
Cruz smirked. "I wouldn't want to be Nox right now."
Cruz turned away from the dancing. Something would happen eventually, that much he was certain of. Nox attracted trouble, like a moth to a candle light. "Is there anyway to know how bad someone is hurt before you heal them?"
Cruz had a singular mind. He wanted to know this, and he wasn't sure he'd ever get the chance. This man was pretty much property of the CCD now. He'd be lucky if he'd see his home again.